The fish wouldn't bite. They wouldn't even nibble. My bobber didn't move. I'd been on the creek bank for an hour or two, not really fishing, jut killing time on a pleasantly warm afternoon.
I heard voices in the meadow. I was startled and a little scared. I crept under the shrubbery that screened off the meadow and peered out. It was Gretchen Patterson, and she was with a man.
I had seen him in the town a few times. He was way older than twenty, and a traveling man. He had a job going to different towns to sell farm equipment. Tractor blades, or some such. So he came back here pretty regularly.
"You don't think I wait for you to come back here every time?" she was saying. "Hell, I fuck every chance I get. A girl's got to get fucked, she's just got to have it."
I couldn't hear his response, but she answered what he had said. "Well, I don't know and don't care about them other girls. My pussy gets hungry."
Another mumble came from him, ending with, ". . . I fuck two or three girls, or women, in every town I go to. The married women fuck better than the girls. There's one over to Cherry Springs that just can't wait for me to come back. That's a good piece of pussy! I get a piece of her every trip. But I been on the road, and ain't had a piece of pussy in three days."
"Leon, you gonna talk or fuck me? I only got an hour and a half, and talkin' don't do my pussy no good. You better get that schlong in me." She bunched her skirt up around her waist and started to finger her twat. She put her fat, round ass down on the green grass, cocked her knees up high, and spread her legs wide. From where I crouched in the bushes, I could see the mass of blond curls covered her cunt and trailed down toward the gleaming white cheeks of her butt. I could see her plump pussy as she stuck two fingers deep inside and started to rub.
Leon didn't say anything more. He shed his pants and climbed aboard.
He laid his body on top of her and started pumping his dick in her cunt right away. She wrapped her arms around his body and her legs around his butt, so that he was lifting her and slamming her back against the earth with every plunge of his giant dick in her foaming pussy. He was really going to town in her. She began to pant and babble, "Oh, Leon. That's good. Fuck me, Leon. Fuck me. Ream out my cunt. Fuck me. Fuck mefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCK ME!"
Leon stepped up his pace, faster and faster. Gretchen was crooning, "Ohh, Ahh, Ohh, Ahh, Ohh, Ahh, Ohh, Ahh."
Then he changed his movements. He slowed his tempo so that he was sliding his dick into her instead of banging it hard. When he got it as deep in her cunt as he could, he would rotate his ass like a swivel, rubbing hard against her cunt. Then he would pull out slowly, leaving just the head of his prick in her and rotate again as he slid back into her.
"Oooooooo. Oohhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
I could see his thigh muscles begin to tense up. He was getting ready to blow, but just as he was about to shoot his load in her, she cried out, "No, wait Leon! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, wait!"
"Wait for what? What the Hell?"
"I want some on top, Leon. You got to let me get on top of you."
She bent over him and laid her big melon tits on his chest. She began to work just her butt up and down. It looked almost mechanical, the way she moved her ass. It looked like she had a peg through her hipbone and her ass worked independently. Leon never made a sound. He just lay there and let her swiveling ass pump her cunt up and down on his tool.
Gretchen shuddered like an aspen leaf in a windstorm. She squealed like a stuck pig. Then she subsided. She grew calm. She shifted her weight from her knees to sitting straight up on top of Leon's pecker with her knees up and both her feet planted firmly on the earth. She bounced up and down on his dick, hard bounces, about ten times more. She shuddered again, bending back so that her tits rose up, jiggling and shaking as if they were trying to escape and fly off into the sky. Then she relaxed and her tits came back down.
I've got to hand it to Gretchen; her tits were superb. They were almost perfectly round, and as big as a pair of cantaloupes. I don't know how she held them up. Her nipples were not long but big around, about the size of a quarter. Right now they looked hard and crinkled. The areolas didn't spread out far from her nipples. They were close in, and dark. They were crinkled up in ridges all around those big wide nipples.
Gretchen folded her legs up so that she was kneeling astride his pecker. Then she started to rock her hips back and forth, with her body still straight upright. In a minute or two she began to croon, "Mmmmm, Oooooooh, Mmmmm, Oooooooh, Mmmmm."
